I can’t believe it. It’s 3000. My favourite number. Three thousand hours. 3000! What a night this is turning out to be. The “shift” that completes my three thousandth hour. Can you write that 3000sandth? If you can get that straight there’s probably a lot of things to celebrate.

I’ve noticed how I’m almost one of the old guard now. Looked upon as such. That’s time chewing things up. I noticed, for the umpteenth time now, as I was coming in, that everybody knows me here and I wonder every time, why is that? How could it be? It’s because of the umpteenth time. And it’s me. Coming in. Thanks for coming in.

It was a “Who is this guy?” moment. Some hick was being incredibly rude to everybody. You didn’t know if he was some kind of forgery, or what. Incredibly stupid, rude and ignorant. A 60 or so year old white guy in bad clothes wearing a stupid hat. Lean, lined face. Black eyes. The devil himself.

You’ve been reading the mail. At least that’s what it feels like. You see stuff like this, but it can happen anywhere. You understand that because you’re mature. You’ve been around and seen a lot. It doesn’t make any difference.

“That would never happen” was a key moment. It wasn’t necessarily the intention but it was the result. It was the truth. He looked at me, I looked at him, and we knew it. And I walked out of the office. “Check the file. I’m doing a good job here.” I don’t think anyone had called him before. I hope I helped you with your process today.

So it’s 3000. It’s just a number. It’s a nice, round number. You do what you have to because it’s an expensive town. I hope.

It’s been a busy July and we hope you’ll stay tuned. Get some D-rays and stay hydrated. There’s some really important stuff coming up but I can’t remember what it is right now.